I cannot remember a time when I did not write poetry. I can remember finding this in my daughter's book when she was 7:-
'It is snowing, it is glistening,
It is time for Jesus' christening'
and thinking 'chip off the old block!'.
There will be poems from other sources too,all acknowledged.
Bermuda Triangle
This poem was written in 1989,when George was visibly weakening and it was getting harder to be positive.
God has granted us this
Dream holiday.....
Drifting idly off-shore
Far from the fruitmachine hullabaloo,the merry hysteria
Daily we tread warm water:
Peaceful,
close,
Content to be alive together,
Eye to eye
We drink up each other's sunshine,deeply love.
And hold our world together.
On the blue surface
All is well:
We bob and smile,and wave at distant observers,
Signalling
With a brave flag of joy
To the curious,applauding mob.
Yes,we are truly lucky to be here,we say:
Lucky to be together
Rocked gently in our pocket of time.
How the sun shines!
Lately,however,
We find we paddle with more urgent feet
To keep our hearts afloat....
We feel the grip of distant ice:
Although we touch,and smile,and love,we know
What lurks below:
Far underneath us,deep and greedy
Looms the dark.....
Before our package-deal of sunshine ends
We must make friends
With the shark....